Oh, oh, oh – what an incredible adventure!
This morning I woke up at first light – 4.30 am – to the kazoo blare of a king penguin. I’d spent 36 hours captive in bed in a tent with 2 strong men, so no complaints about the weather… but no complaints about the early start either, since all I’d done was sleep.
Since then we’ve made the final steps of the Shackleton journey, round Fortuna bay and up over the last col from where we saw Pelagic Australis waiting for us in Stromness Bay.
I was thinking all the time of Crean, Worsley and Shackleton himself as they plodded the last steps down to the whaling station. What an extraordinary feat of strength, fortitude, belief and leadership that journey was – I know how much determination it must have taken to keep putting one foot in front of the other, because I have just done it. I did it well-fed, well protected, warm(ish) and well led, and I am too exhausted to write any more tonight. God knows what it must have been like in 1916.
We are all safe and happy to be back on board.
Full story, and pictures, over the next couple of days.
Thanks to Laura for keeping you all in touch while we were out.